CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : f*ck Dat
f**k that sh*t (DJ Paul)
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t
f**k that sh*t
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t
I'm tryna dodge haters, they keep popping up
I got 'em coming back, I guess it's not enough
Get it in a bag or get it bottled up
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I feel like
(f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that)
I feel like
(f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that)
I told 'em (f**k that)
I made a couple hundred with my man
Really starving, in my stomach, I had cramps
Had me feeling like (f**k that)
Me and Pooch Loc was gettin' food stamps
Since then, I been the nicest out the camp
n***as still was sayin' (f**k that)
Same old sh*t, like you ain't f**kin' on the stars
And you ain't drinking, you gets nothing at the bar
Lil' mama, I feel like (f**k that)
Smokin' Cookie, sh*t done took me outer space
She ready, she put that pu**y in your face
My n***a, you better (f**k that)
We pull up on 'em n***as when it's lit
No time to be wasting, if it's not a hit
Honestly, I feel like (f**k that)
Bunch of young wild n***as, it's hard to tell 'em sh*t
Nobody gave us nothing, had to sell this sh*t
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t
f**k that sh*t
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t
I'm tryna dodge haters, they keep popping up
I got 'em coming back, I guess it's not enough
Get it in a bag or get it bottled up
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I feel like
(f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that)
I feel like
(f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that
f**k that sh*t, f**k that sh*t, f**k that)
I told 'em (f**k that)
I made a couple hundred with my man
Really starving, in my stomach, I had cramps
Had me feeling like (f**k that)
Me and Pooch Loc was gettin' food stamps
Since then, I been the nicest out the camp
n***as still was sayin' (f**k that)
Same old sh*t, like you ain't f**kin' on the stars
And you ain't drinking, you gets nothing at the bar
Lil' mama, I feel like (f**k that)
Smokin' Cookie, sh*t done took me outer space
She ready, she put that pu**y in your face
My n***a, you better (f**k that)
We pull up on 'em n***as when it's lit
No time to be wasting, if it's not a hit
Honestly, I feel like (f**k that)
Bunch of young wild n***as, it's hard to tell 'em sh*t
Nobody gave us nothing, had to sell this sh*t
